Explicit Sex by Jim Bourey

There was a time
when I could write

a love poem, full of body
parts and movement, action
rising at just the right pace,
fresh language craftily in place,
real words for real things
sweat and salt and scents
sensual enough to fuel
fantasy when my lover
was disinterested or away.

But now the action
shuffles along, slowly, until
it’s halted by arthritic twinges
or potassium shortage
leg cramps and le sex hot
is missing much of le sex
and once high temperatures
are now decidedly not.

Jim Bourey is an old poet who divides his year between the Adirondack Mountains and Dover, Delaware. His chapbook “Silence, Interrupted” was published in 2015 by the Broadkill River Press. His work has appeared in Mojave River Review, Paddock Review, Gargoyle and the Broadkill Review and other journals and anthologies. He was first runner up in the Faulkner-Wisdom Poetry Competition in 2012 and 2016. He has served as an adjudicator for the Poetry Out Loud competition in Delaware. In his North Country months, he is active with the St. Lawrence Area Poets and has taken part in Art/Poetry projects in Saranac Lake.